During the next several weeks Janet entertained enough clients to be able to afford a nicer apartment.
Three nights a week she attended a business college, studying stenography.
"Gene," George Anders said one day, pausing by Gene Drury's desk. "Would you come into the office?"
"Could you give me just a few minutes, Mr. Anders?" Gene Drury was involved in paper work.
"Don't make it too long," George said curtly.
"Oh, Mr. Anders," Janet said, quickly taking advantage of the opportunity that may have come at last. "If Mr. Drury is busy right now, I could take dictation."
"Oh?" The offer obviously pleased him, but he tried to bide his excitement from Drury with a frown. "Very well," he said quickly, before Drury had a chance to say another word.
Drury gave her a murderous look.
At last she entered the sanctuary of George Anders' office. She looked around at the mahogany-paneled walls, the big mahogany desk.
"Such a nice office, Mr. Anders," she said. "Such privacy!"
"Yes." His face flushed red. His voice went thick.
"Before I take that dictation…"
"Yes?" he said eagerly. "My cunt needs lapping!"
"God…!"
He sank to his knees. He began to lick at the shiny black shoes she wore. She leaned back against the desk, pulling her skirt up to her waist.
"Eat my pussy," she demanded. "Slave!"
Yes, that was it… to George, she was a beautiful, demanding queen, and he was her obedient slave. He worked her pandas down her knees, down to her ankles.
She thrust her pelvis forward, baring her cunt to him. With a moan he buried his face into her warm muff. She grasped the back of his neck, holding his face tight against her hot pussy. She heard his stifled moans.
She lay all the way back on the desk, her feet barely touching the floor. Her pussy was stretched wide for his lapping tongue. She heard the slurping noises he made, licking and eating her juicy flesh.
"Eat it! Eat it, slave!" she gasped.
Excited, he moaned louder into her cunt, spearing his tongue deeper, lapping up the juices. She squealed in orgasm and lay panting atop the desk. He lapped her pussy a moment longer. She wished he would get her off again. But he licked at her shoes another moment before getting a little unsteadily to his feet.
"I-I hope I pleased you," he said humbly.
"It was pretty good," Janet said, surprised at the hardness in her tone of voice. "But next time you'll have to do better. Or I'll…"
"Yes?" George said, giving her an eager look.
"I'll think of something," she said, making light of it.
She pulled herself together and picked up pad and pencil. Alter all, they had business to do now.
Her pussy itched all the rest of the long morning. That brief session with George in the office had only warmed her up. Jimmy Marks was out of the picture now. By way of promotion he had been transferred to the Hollywood branch and there was a rumor that Jimmy was engaged to marry the daughter of a wealthy client.
But damn… damn… her pussy itched. She never had managed to seduce Dee McGuire. He and that sweet little Linda spent lunch hours together now. Dee and Linda seemed made for one another.
George Anders returned from a late lunch carrying a large package. He pawed by Janet's desk.
"I wonder if you're doing anything this evening – special I mean," he said, speaking softly, hoping that Drury would not overhear.
"Why – no," Janet answered.
"Then would you mind working overtime a while? I have a few things that need to be cleared up." He glanced furtively at the package he carried.
"I'd be happy to," Janet smiled.
She glanced at Drury. He had obviously heard everything. He was furious. That made Janet smile wider.
The place seemed strangely deserted and quiet at five-fifteen. Only she anti George Anders, alone on that entire floor.
He poked his head out of the door of his office. "You can come in about five minutes," he said, his voice thick with excitement.
Janet waited, outwardly cool, filing her nails. But inwardly she felt a strange kind of excitement. Her relationship with George was about to enter a wilder phase. She was sure of that.
After five minutes had passed, she got up and walked slowly towards the office door. She didn't see him at first. Then she spotted him, cowering naked beneath the big mahogany desk. She strolled over and sat in his swivel executive chair.
From beneath the desk George began licking her shoes. He removed her shoes carefully and began kissing her stockinged feet. She felt his warm hands caress her legs, felt trembling fingers roll the stockings slowly down her shapely calves. She heard a worshipful gasp and he fell to licking, kissing her naked feet, sucking her toes.
She pulled her skirt up around her waist to show him that she had removed her panties. She spread her legs wide, scooting to the edge of the big plush chair, feeding him her cunt.
From beneath the desk he began eating her pussy.
"Eat it, slave!" she said huskily.
He whimpered and buried his face tight against her muff. She grasped the arms of the chair tighter, laughing softly as he ate her cunt.
She noticed then that one of the desk drawers was partly opened. She pulled it all the way opened and gasped at what she saw. She felt a chill of excitement as she removed the coiled, three stranded whip from the drawer.
She got up from the executive chair. She became suddenly all that George Anders wanted. She heard him whimper softly from beneath the desk. She took off all her clothes. She stood naked, feeling cruel, sexy, determined and hot… grasping the whip tight.
"Come out from there," she said.
Whimpering softly, George crawled out from beneath the desk. He crawled on his belly to where she stood and began licking her feet. She looked down at his broad beefy back.
She leaned way down and grabbed a handful of his thick black hair. She tugged hard.
"Get your face on my cunt!"
She emphasized the command with a crack of the whip across his back. The way his body writhed was strangely sensual.
His face was pressed tight against her cunt. She rolled her hips, feeling his deeply penetrating tongue thrust up her juicy tapering hole. She fucked his mouth. "Eat it, you cunt lapper!"
On the edge of orgasm she pushed him away and let him experience the full thrust of her fury. All the pent-up resentment against Jimmy Marks and men like him… all the bitter memories of she and Ted on her wedding night were released at last in those next moments.
He lay on his back, writhing, whimpering softly.
His thick cock was bone-hard. Janet kicked at his shoulder.
"Cunt lapper… you can do better than that!" She kicked him harder.
"Yes… yes!" he gasped.
She placed the sole of her foot on his face. She wiped the bottom of her foot across his face as he darted out his tongue and licked at it.
"Turn over," she said. "Workhorse!"
He rolled over and got onto his hands and knees. She mounted his strong back. She grabbed a handful of his hair. Her cuntjuice flowed hot and sticky, chipping onto his slick, sweaty back as she rode him around the room. She squeezed her thighs tight against his sides and reached back to work the whip across his buttocks.
"Get back to the desk!"
She lay across the desk. Her big titties rose high with each panting excited breath she drew.
"Massage my tits!"
His hulking body hovered over her. His big, hot moist hands cupped around her big breasts. Fervidly, yet with tender care, he kneaded them.
"Beautiful… beautiful!" he whispered feverishly.
He leaned down to suck one of the pointed tits into his mouth.
"Get that tongue down on my box!"
The rough moist tongue glided down the soft flatness of her belly. Janet opened her legs wide, stretching open her pussy lips to receive his tongue inside. He got down on his knees and went after her pussy with feverish tongue-dipping haste.
"Suck it!"
He sucked at her pussy mound until she ordered his tongue back inside her. She clutched at the air and her heavy tits rolled from side to side as she popped. George grunted and slurped like a hungry animal, his head between her legs, lapping up the final drippings of her orgasm.
"Now," she panted. "Pick me up!"
He lifted her up from the desk and held her in his powerful arms. Such strength in those arms… arms that could crush the life from her. And she was in full command.
"You can put me down now," she said, scratching at his back. "Onto the floor."
The thick rug felt soft and comfortable. But she rolled over onto her knees and elbows and lifted her ass as high into the air as she could.
"Get your tongue into my ass!"
His tongue speared into the puckered little hole. He tongued it and sucked at it and he clamped his lips round it and blew gently. It made a deliciously vulgar sound and Janet chuckled. "Get to my pussy."
He dipped his tongue into her pussy. He lapped at her cunt and she began to roll over. He followed with his tongue. His hands pushed up beneath her buttocks, holding her cunt to his lips for his pussy-feast. He munched at his meal of cunt.
She began to squeal as he sucked up her cunt.
She fell limply back onto the rug as he kept sucking up her juices. But his lapping tongue enflamed her again, reaching deep into her hole again.
"Stop!" she cried.
He looked up at her, startled.
"Please… don't I please you?" he asked in a trembly voice.
"Not bad," she teased. "But it could still be better. Maybe you need a little lesson."
"Please!" he pleaded excitedly.
She pushed him away from her and he lay limp and yielding on the floor. She stood up and kicked him, watched him writhe and whimper and grovel.
She straddled him and premed her pussy tight against his face. "I may make you eat me all night."
"Oh!" he whimpered.
She pound her pussy into his face, feeling his tongue dip deep into her cunthole. She grasped him behind the neck and again mouth-fucked him with her pussy. Her muff was damp and sticky and she let him lick at it a while before she sent back to smothering him with her pussy-fucks.
She held his face as tight against her muff as she could while she popped.
"Oh God… God," he whimpered happily.
He reached up to fondle her titties. She scooted her pussy back across his face. Soon he was moaning again in sheer ecstasy. She was coming. And the warm sticky urine was trickling across his cheeks, down his chin.